"Why isn't this working?!"
I wished with all my heart to slam my fists down on something hard and then let the pain sober me up.
But there was nothing hard in the world I was in. And I didn't even have physical fists in here, to begin with. The pain didn't seem like something I could experience here either.
As such, I was forced to simply swallow my frustration and focus on repeating my training in an attempt to refine my technique to the point it could best the wall that stood in my path.
But just like I muttered to myself before, it didn't seem to work.
I managed to limit the amount of mana I was using to the bare minimum. And that minimal amount of mana I could easily handle to near perfection. Chunking it together into a single entity, spreading it out evenly through the area of my mind's influence, weaving it into complex patterns…
